The young boy was so frightened upon seeing the money and grain ticket that he didn't dare to accept, continually waving his hands, "Sir, Sir, this..."
"Take it! Child." Father Lu repeated, "I don't know what your family situation is, or why the three of you are left on the streets in heavy snow, scavenging for rotting vegetable leaves and potato skins to eat. I figured, since we've met, if I can lend a hand, then it would be good karma for my child."
The young boy gratefully choked out, "Thank you, Sir, thank you, I am Xing Minshan, Sir, may I have the honor of knowing your name and where you are from? If the opportunity arises, I will definitely pay back your kindness."
After some consideration, Father Lu responded, "My family name is Lu, Lu Zhiyuan, this is my grandson, Lu Tianmao, we are from Huaibei City."
